Eagle’s Glory

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Just as Alice said, early the next morning, the Marquis of Treville came to the room where Edmond Dantès was staying.

The tall and majestic general looked at His Majesty's special envoy with his usual serious attitude.

"Earl, are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Edmond Dantes replied solemnly.

"Okay, let's set off immediately."

So, the two of them got into a carriage together and sped towards the outside of Paris under the gray sky.

Their destination is the Bois de Boulogne in the west suburbs of Paris. It is a favorite outing destination for Parisian citizens, so it is easy to blend in with the crowd. In case of an accident, they can easily evacuate and escape. The forests everywhere can also be used as cover.

When the carriage reached the halfway point, it started to rain lightly. The carriage moved forward against the fine raindrops, leaving two shallow ruts on the smooth gravel road.

Edmond Dantès looked at the scenery outside the car window without saying a word, and felt a little nervous in his heart - after all, today was a party specially convened by General Treville, and the participants were all important people. As a special envoy, he was absolutely Don't let your stage fright or gaffes ruin His Majesty's important event.

"Earl, the people there will be as excited as you are. They haven't been this happy for many years." Perhaps seeing what he was thinking, General Treville suddenly spoke, "You are the one who brings them joy." A messenger of hope, hope is the most precious thing in the world."

"Then how should I ignite their hopes?" Edmond Dantès asked.

"I can't decide what you say or how you say it, because you are His Majesty's envoy, and what you bring is His Majesty's will. I have no right to tamper with it and can only obey it." The general shook his head, saying that he was helpless.

Then, he reached out and gently patted Edmond Dantès on the shoulder, as if entrusting him with something, "If you are confused, you might as well imagine what His Majesty would say if he were here!"

Speaking on behalf of His Majesty... Do I really have the qualifications and ability?

The figure of the young man appeared in his mind again.

Although the two met not long ago, the young man had already left an indelible impression in his heart. He judged the situation without losing passion, was good at calculation without losing generosity, and more importantly, he also had a dazzling ambition. .

No matter what others think, it is at least worthy of his loyalty.

Otherwise he wouldn't be here.

Yes, I've already come here, can I still retreat? There is no room for self-doubt anymore. I cannot lose the face of my benefactor, because I am the Count of Monte Cristo, a part of the restoration of the empire, and one of the people whom His Majesty relies on. I must not lose my composure!

When he thought of this, Edmond Dantes' heart was filled with pride.

If others can do it, then I can do it too. There is absolutely no reason why His Majesty trusts me. Even if it is to prove that Your Majesty is not wrong about the person, I must do it.

Just as he was igniting his fighting spirit, the carriage carried them quietly to a country villa.

The villa is small in size and hidden in a dense forest, but the view of the surroundings from the upper floor is very wide. It is obviously a well-prepared gathering place.

Marquis Treville took him to the villa and then to the second floor.

The second floor is very spacious, with a long dining table on which a variety of food has been placed, waiting for the arrival of the participants.

Then, the Marquis of Treville made a gesture and asked Edmond Dantès to sit on the main seat, while he himself sat next to the count, which also reflected his status to a certain extent.

Officers who are older and more senior than him have either died in battle, died of old age, or have lived in seclusion and have no interest in worldly affairs, or have simply switched their families and joined the Bourbon family. Therefore, the Marquis of Treville is now the most important and most powerful officer. A veteran supporter of the empire,

Faintly became one of the leaders of these Bonaparte supporters.

Although this status was never confirmed, the Marquis de Treville's battle-hardened authority and unswerving loyalty made other Bonaparte supporters implicitly recognize this status.

When His Majesty Emperor Napoleon II escaped from Vienna and restarted his career, his first contact with France was with the Marquis de Treville and his family, and then assigned him important tasks, thus further strengthening the special General Revell's status in the hearts of these people.

Without the running around of the Marquis de Treville, perhaps things would not have progressed so smoothly. His constant mobility also allowed Bonaparte supporters to break the barriers of time and quickly bond together.

After the two people sat down, the room became silent for a while, with only the patter of rain echoing in it.

As time passed, the sound of rain outside became louder and louder, and gradually became a downpour. Edmond Dantès began to wonder if everyone else had decided not to come.

Fortunately, his idea was soon proven wrong - gradually, people, led by the personal servant of Marquis Treville, came to sit on the second floor.

Then, the number of people increased, and finally all the seats at the table were filled.

Edmond Dantès looked at the group of people, and these people also looked at him.

This group of people includes old and young people, but generally they are mostly young people. It seems that they are the result of careful selection by General Treville. Maybe he also believes that his hope must be placed on young people.

Edmond Dantès made his expression serious and solemn, just as the priest had taught him.

Although they were paying attention to each other, there was silence in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

As the host of the meeting, Marquis Treville took out his pocket watch and looked at it. Finally, he nodded and stood up.

"Gentlemen, I declare that our meeting has officially begun - first of all, please allow me to introduce that this gentleman is the special envoy sent by His Majesty, the Count of Monte Cristo."

Under his guidance, everyone present nodded to Edmond Dantes at the same time.

Although he was a little nervous at first, Edmond Dantès calmed down now.

This is the first time in his life that he has participated in a big scene as the protagonist, but he is not embarrassed by stage fright. Maybe this is some kind of talent?

Edmond Dantès stood up and looked at the group of people solemnly.

"Thank you very much for coming." His tone was very solemn, with a sense of sadness. "On behalf of His Majesty, I would like to thank you for your unswerving loyalty during this difficult period. He will definitely remember your contribution to the Bonaparte family. sacrifice, and he will never forget those who have given their lives for the Empire and are unable to attend."

Perhaps infected by his expression and tone, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn. People present lowered their gazes, and they all recalled something.

"Gentlemen, let us drink to Mr. Special Envoy and thank him for bringing His Majesty's greetings." After a moment, General Treville raised his glass, breaking the heavy calm. "This is the good news we have been waiting for for many years! It is worth celebrating."

"Cheers!" Others also picked up their wine glasses and looked at each other from a distance.

The scarlet wine swayed in the glass and then flowed into people's mouths, lubricating the atmosphere in the venue.

"Your Majesty, we have never heard of your name and experience before. Why are you so trusted by His Majesty and given such important responsibilities?" Taking this opportunity, General Treville asked this question on behalf of everyone present.

"I was imprisoned in the Chateau d'If prison for 12 years for delivering a message to the emperor in 1815." Edmond Dantès said with great calmness, as if it had nothing to do with him. "I thought I would die there for the rest of my life. Fortunately, His Majesty rescued me. From then on, I made up my mind to work for His Majesty."

"Oh!" His words aroused exclamation from those present.

Snap, snap, snap.

General Treville clapped softly, then commented,

"This is truly amazing loyalty, sir, and you have suffered."

Like a command trumpet, others clapped and applauded the Count of Monte Cristo for his loyalty.

Edmond Dantès clearly felt that the distance between him and these people suddenly narrowed.

Yes, is there anything stronger than shared sacrifice?

He immediately realized how ridiculous he was back then.

Yes, no one here thinks that he just "accidentally" participated in the imperial restoration conspiracy. He just said this, and everyone regarded him as an accomplice.

If your comrades don't believe it, then the enemies of the empire will certainly not believe it either.

This is simply a matter of course.

Your Majesty is right. Since you have participated in this game, there will be no other way out for you in this world. Either win or fail. Victory is a winner, and failure is a criminal.

It's ridiculous that that stupid boy didn't think of this, and went home in a big way, letting so many people know this terrible secret!

I treated my life carelessly, so it was my fault that I got to that point; now God has given me another chance, and this time I will never allow myself to fail again!

Yes, it must succeed.

"Each of us has lost a lot." A young man with a mustache laughed, then raised his head and said to Edmond Dantès, "Count, I salute you."

"This is the Duke of Elchingen." General Treville explained in a low voice in his ear, "Mr. Michel-Louis Ney, he is the son of Marshal Ney."

"Oh!" Edmond Dantes opened his eyes wide.

"You can call me Alois, that's what everyone calls me." The young man smiled and nodded to him. "Ever since my father died, my brother and I were determined to continue his business."

Marshal Ney was one of the bravest generals under Emperor Napoleon. Because of his outstanding military exploits, he was awarded the two heavyweight titles of Duke of Elchingen and Prince of Moscova by the emperor.

However, with the collapse of the empire, in 1815, he was sentenced to death by the restored Bourbon dynasty and was eventually shot.

Marshal Ney left four sons. The eldest son Joseph Napoleon Ney, born in 1803, inherited the title of Prince Moskva, while the second son Michel-Louis Ney, born in 1804, chose to inherit the title of Prince of El Moscova. Coat of arms of the Duke of Hingen.

Since their father's death, the two brothers have been protesting and appealing to the French government, but they can only watch their father's reputation being damaged. The harsh reality inspired their hatred of the Bourbons - when they grew up, they were refused admission to the Polytechnic and were not allowed to join the French army because they refused to sign a declaration of allegiance to the Bourbons.

In order to join the army, the two brothers chose to serve in the Swedish army, and were eventually awarded the rank of lieutenant, which was regarded as fulfilling their father's last wish. However, what they wanted in their hearts was of course not to stay in the cold Nordic country, but to look forward to something else.

Therefore, when they returned to France, General Treville successfully contacted them, and in a few words aroused the deep desire and hatred in their hearts.

"I heard the general said that Your Majesty needs to recruit officers?" the young man asked.

"Yes, His Majesty now hopes to form a volunteer army, but he is very short of experienced and loyal officers, Your Excellency the Duke." Edmond Dantès replied quickly.

"That's great, I volunteer to serve your Majesty." Young Alois held his head high and looked at the Count of Monte Cristo with great ambition, "No matter where your Majesty wishes to fight, I am willing to drive him!"

Having said this, he became excited again and raised his glass again, "Come, let's drink to His Majesty's cause!"

"Cheers!" Edmond Dantès quickly picked up the wine glass and drank another sip of sweet spring water with everyone.

He was very happy, because His Majesty's urgent needs were being slowly solved. The Duke of Elchingen's service was tantamount to allowing His Majesty to obtain the talents he most desired.

There's nothing wrong with another Ney serving another Napoleon, isn't it?

At this time, I also understood why the Marquis of Treville specially summoned so many young people to come together - it seems that he hoped to use this as an opportunity to let these people serve His Majesty.

Then he glanced at the Marquis de Treville, and the general himself smiled and nodded to him.

These young people were selected by the Marquis, so their loyalty and business abilities should be acceptable, at least not too bad, enough to meet His Majesty's needs.

It is a pity that this general cannot serve His Majesty in person for the time being, but his contribution to the Empire and His Majesty is absolutely impossible to be forgotten.

One day, His Majesty will repay him heavily.

"Thank you for your hard work, General. I will report your performance to His Majesty one by one. His high hopes for you have never been fulfilled." He couldn't help but express his feelings.

"This is what I should do, Count." Marquis Treville replied proudly, "Over the years, in the test after test, many of my former colleagues have been shaken, rebelled for glory and wealth, and knelt down. Others are at their feet. But I am different. I would rather stick to my original oath - I will only serve the Bonaparte family and never change my family. Being loyal to my duty itself makes me feel extremely happy and peaceful!"

"Your Majesty will never forget your loyalty and merits, General." Edmond Dantès was deeply moved by these heartfelt words.

He looked around again and found that other people also looked moved.

Yes, if it weren't for loyalty, then why would anyone need to persevere, and why would they take the risk to come here?

And so does he.

Edmond Dantès is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer the ignorant sailor, but the Count of Monte Cristo whom His Majesty the Emperor personally bestows. He is a nobleman of the empire. Standing here, he can now talk to this man. The group of people talked about being friends with each other, but no one expected or cared that he was once a penniless little sailor.

The people here can be said to be princes all over the world, but I can stand up to them. Why?

Because he participated in His Majesty's cause.

In this eager atmosphere, Edmond Dantès once again felt deeply how much he hoped for His Majesty's success.

My achievements are closely tied to your majesty. If your majesty ascends to the throne, then I will definitely share the glory, and revenge is only a matter of fingers; if your majesty unfortunately loses, then everything he has now will be lost. Become a failure, and will lose all hope and return to the past state again.

It was impossible for him to accept this result.

Therefore, His Majesty's career must be successful, no matter how many obstacles God puts in it, he must be allowed to succeed. For this goal, he should give everything, even if he puffs up his chest and stands in front of the young man as a human shield, he is not afraid.

Because only in this way will Edmond Dantès truly come to the world as the Count of Monte Cristo and wipe out the enemies he hates so much.

At the thought of this, Edmond Dantès's heart was already racing, and the red wine he had just drank seemed to be overwhelming at this moment, making his mind unable to rest for a moment.

Every word the young man said echoed in his mind, and he now agreed with these words from the bottom of his heart.

"...Tell me, do you want revenge? Do you want to be a naive sailor all your life, talking about your innocence; or do you want to be a real hero, let the fire of revenge burn them clean, and let them know Have you offended someone you can't afford to offend? Answer me!"

Yes, I originally wanted to be an ignorant and happy sailor, but fate took away everything from me. Well, since fate leaves me with nowhere to go, I will simply smash all obstacles and trample them under my feet!

He was so excited that he finally broke through the barriers of reason.

No matter what I was before, but now I am just the Count of Monte Cristo, destined to be loyal to His Majesty, this is the path I have chosen, and this is my only path.

Guided by the surging passion, he stood up generously, picked up the wine glass in his hand again, looked at the people around him with excitement, and encouraged them with arrogant and eager eyes.

"Let us drink to His Majesty and wish him all the best!" He hissed, "Long live the Empire!"

Although his voice was not loud, his surging passion easily infected this group of people who were also resentful and always thinking about counterattack and regaining everything they lost.

They also picked up their wine glasses and responded loudly to the count.

"Long live the Empire!"